Chapter 11

Chen Du didn't sleep all night.
Early morning, he took that yellowed envelope out.
Shi Li waited at home anxiously, suddenly worried.
After death, could bank money be directly withdrawn with password?
Or would account be frozen by bank?
Shi Li wasn't sure.
After five years, that money wouldn't be swallowed by bank?
Shi Li thought more anxious, almost every two minutes glanced at door.
Finally, dusk, Chen Du returned.
Shi Li eagerly circled him, even floated into his computer bag——envelope gone.
So did he withdraw money?
Or card confiscated by bank?
Shi Li wanted to ask, but knew Chen Du couldn't hear now.
She could only wait for Chen Du to sleep, go dream to ask him.
Fortunately Chen Du didn't make her wait long, after returning, threw coat on sofa, entered bathroom.
Not long, he returned to room.
Shi Li saw him take a small bottle of medicine from computer bag.
——Actually sleeping pills.
He tore foil, poured two pills, swallowed decisively, lay on bed.
Sleeping pills effect not like melatonin, soon Shi Li heard his long breathing.
He took sleeping pills, perhaps because hadn't slept well lately?
She immediately "dream visit" disturbing him, bad...
Shi Li hesitated, waited several hours for Chen Du's rest time.
Finally, evening ten thirty, perhaps bad dream, bed Chen Du suddenly frowned, breathing disordered.
He wouldn't wake?
No.
Shi Li rushed to Chen Du's ear, tentatively whispered: "Chen Du, Chen Du, it's me again, Shi Li."
"I have something to ask you, did you sleep well?"
Asked, Chen Du no reaction, breathing more rapid.
...Not wanting her to disturb?
Shi Li exhaled, dejected: "Fine, if you didn't sleep well, I won't disturb——"
Words unfinished, Chen Du's fingers under quilt suddenly moved, brow twitched slightly.
Brief stagnation, Shi Li saw him arduously slowly shake head.
...That was shaking head?
So agreeing her dream visit?